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Cut Down The Sun
03:30
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I've been shocking his skull and changing his mind
Every mirage ain't a vision of mine
I'm a puppet being led to think I'm leading myself
There's a mailman polishing the strings on my head
His tail is electric
His horns are extinct
He gives me his god's mail between every blink
You want the feeling of a dead man's kiss
Then pucker as your sun burned eyes eclipse
(Chorus)
I cut down the sun to sell the light
I sold the sun to fetch the night
Bones of plasma and elders of ink
A trafficked chameleon of brands and tricks
He's visual poetry
A steak on a grill
A stampede ballet
The lights of Brazil
Light the candle behind the veil
Light it for you and me
Light the candle behind the veil
The puppets need to see
(Chorus)
All this time we've been staring the sun down
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